MY GENRE

In an effort to pull up the strings
In order to strike the right chords
Creating a pleasant music of life
Echoing thro’ to vindicate my genre

Along the peaceful sound of silence
The noise of which seldom breaks
From ears to reach the heart n’ soul
Assuring me of my triumph on fear

At times leaving all that was the best
In some obscurity I now want to rest
Disappearing almost leaving no trail
Chances of being revealed bit meagre

As it’s the absence of all the desires
That will require efforts to conquer
And whatever achieved I wish to lose
Letting the world to scoff and sneer

For now I wish to step into abstract
Differentiating between false n’ fact
From which peace I want to extract
Now its rule and ways I need to figure

FOR YOU

It is your thoughts that just don’t leave me
So it doesn’t matter if you’re with me or not
And because of which all my sorrows, I forgot
Leaving only a sense of bliss for me to keep

I just don’t know how and I don’t know why
I need to talk to you, before going to sleep
For there is something in our conversations
Making slumber upon my eyes calmly creep

For your voice showers dreams and hopes
With it upon my heart happiness too slopes
Reaching up to soul as happiness envelopes
As tension and sorrows take a clean sweep

The pleasant sound that falls upon my ears
That comes thro’ you, promises and swears
Along with me, thro’ out my life will adhere
The sense of this feeling is strong and deep